The wrong bowl

This morning went surprisingly well… for the first part. Usually it’s all World War Wee when it comes to picking out clothes for the little girl. But today, she loved the outfit I had laid out for her the night before – which has never before happened. Most of the time she rejects the clothes she selected the night before, as well as each and every item I suggest to her, then freaks out because I’m not helping her to get dressed. Then I get frustrated and go have a time out. Then she freaks out because I left the room. Then I come back and usually wrestle her into an outfit that she doesn’t want to wear because she refused to go to daycare in her pajamas. I can’t express how fabulous it is to dump drop her off at daycare at the end of the daily battle.

But not today. Today was great.

And then daddy took them downstairs for breakfast. In our house, you need the skills of a bartender to get their cereal orders together. Today the girl had her usual: Cheerios, Mini Wheats and Flakes. The boy kept it simple with Just Cheerios. Okay, so it’s not that complicated. Except for the fact that daddy gave the boy the blue bowl and the girl the orange bowl.

And then we witnessed the END OF THE WORLD!!!

Fast forward to a frantic scramble to the kitchen to swap bowl contents, return the correct bowls to their intended recipients, and order is restored.

I need a coffee.

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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3 Responses to The wrong bowl

  1. sillyliss says:

    We have the bowl problem too. Sidrah only wants the purple bowl, but Emilia is slightly more tolerant of other colors of bowl. Same for spoons, forks, cups, sides of the car, who gets to sit by Grandma, and who gets to brush teeth first. UGH. She is going to be four next week and I’m hoping her whole personality is upgraded to grown up behavior. Not too much to ask for, is it?

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